#86

Pictured are a mountain range; the doe writes them as being seen from Pandaria.

I want to say I have better things to write today, but it’s been very upsetting.





I met with the Broken Horn in their village finally, with a kodo and a cart of goods to offer as a gift. No one did anything with it, but hopefully the contents will find a use in the village in the time that passes. For now, I am a guest here, offering my abilities as a hunter and a friend perhaps, during this time of mourning.

The initial meeting was good, sharing a good porridge with Ohanjo and others of the tribe. News and banter were exchanged, by all accounts a friendly occasion. This tribe keeps company with some of those Death Knights I have heard of, and it takes everything in me not to hide - the dead should stay dead in my opinion, but as I am a guest, I will not make a scene.  It makes me wonder why I can handle a spirit talking to me in a vision, but not welcome one of these. Questions for Elder Wooshy I suppose, or Vik’wa.

I left for an errand or two in the Bluffs, and came back to find a few of the tribe had left for a mission in Pandaria, looking for the whereabouts of a Sunwalker they called Cataharon Sunhoof. I’d not heard the name, though I have heard of Sunwalkers. Mister Jukko is a Sunwalker, he’s where I know the term from. My assistance was called for, so I grabbed my armor and bow from storage in the Bluffs and made my way for the portals of Orgrimmar.

Normally, I’d be excited for travel to a new place - I am told Pandaria is full of untold wonders and amazing people, but I was urged to hurry, that any able bodied people able to come, should do so quickly. I enlisted the help of a local - called a Grummie? He rode on my wyvern as he guided me and my hyenas through the mountain range of Kun-Lai. An amazing land - I should like to explore it more, on more happier times.

We found  the tribesfolk on the side of a peak, surrounded by wild goats and strange markings on the ground. I landed the wyvern, unstrapping my beasts (thats how they travel in the air, strapped in on the sides of the wyvern with belts and supports, else I’d not get them anywhere. Let me tell you, it took a lot of training to get that done. Bhenta isn’t fond of the ordeal, but does well by it.) and paying the guide. He left without so much as a thank you, and seemed perfectly capable of navigating through the snow, ice and rock of the place, so I didn’t press for more.

I was drawn to the tribe - they seemed busy. Investigating various things on the mountain. Closest to me was an area of scorch marks, so I ended up coming over to check it out. It smelled of.. whatever arcane energy can be described as smelling of. The way portals smell, I don’t have a word for it. My nose and ear tips tingled, the same way they do when I go through a portal. It’s a distinctly unpleasant feeling, but i suppose a person can get used to it. But this was a lot of that feeling, and the rock at my hooves was scorched! Whatever happened there, it was a lot of energy. Vik’wa has taught me that sometimes mages are dumb. Or arrogant. Or both, and come to mishap.

Telucti came over to help investigate, and I’m not sure how or why some people materialized around where the earth was scorched. It all happened so fast, it’s a blur. I’m still not exactly sure what happened. They appeared all over the area, attacking us. We attacked! and they weirdly vanished. I very clearly remember one shooting me with a bolt of some kind of energy, it was a weird feeling, an intense pain that just vanished as the person did. I don’t like it. Telucti was amazing, calling earth up to help him attack our foe - I need to ask him later how he does that.

Curiously, I found a medallion - it’s golden, with elvish markings. We showed it to an elf lady named Valithara - I think that’s right. I’ll call her Val for short though. She couldn’t recognize the markings, speculating that maybe it’s an older house.  Someone else - I don’t recall their name -  found the head of a hammer. It looked weighty and terrible, I would hate to get smacked with it.

Someone screamed though, and we rushed over to see what happened, and to my despair they found the corpse of a tauren. Several of the others took to weeping, seeming to recognize the remains as that of the one they sought, this Cataharon. I stayed silent, upset at the sight, and respectful of the tribes emotions. I can still see it, the way the fur was slipping, how there were no eyes. It haunts my dreams lately. But I don’t tell the tribe, their grief needs to take its time, without my discomfort interjecting. They lost what seems to be a well loved member of their community.

I cannot imagine their grief, I have not experienced such a loss as this. My brothers death was.. it was gruesome, and awful but I had no love in my heart for him. I’m glad he’s gone. I think if maybe Vik’wa dies, I might feel a shade of their grief, but who can say for certain?

The events on the mountain were harrowing, and so upsetting. I watched as a death knight raised the body and took it through a portal, back to the village. It was alarming magic, but I gave space. Telucti and the others were so upset, I couldn’t offer much except to be there for them. I traveled back to the village by my own means, calling my wyvern down and strapping my hyenas to his sides. It gave me time to think, and compose myself.

Curiously, I should mention I found the most peculiar bow in the snows on the mountain. It.. Val and I investigated it briefly while the others came to terms with the body they found. It’s a well made bow, it glows (weird?) and even vibrates. When I held it, I saw a vision of the bull Ohanjo, smashing some kind of key. The energy from breaking it sent everyone head over hooves. I saw the owner of the bow as I might from my own eyes, suddenly being struck from behind and falling. It was a flash of sight in my head, alarming and unusual. I got the strong impression the bow wanted to well.. had. To be carried. Val suggested that maybe it and the medallion are connected, that maybe I can locate the family of the owner and return what could be heirlooms to them. I think it’d be the best course of action, and I think if no one can be located, I’ll keep them.

I’m hoping to ask Ohanjo about the bow in a few days, I haven’t seen him since I returned to the village, and to be honest I’m laying low. I hunt, and travel between the village and Bloodhoof, helping out where I can. Harb Clawhoof always needs help with his kodos, and I think the Broken Horn need space, but I am there if they need assistance. I’m not due back in Vol’dun for some time, Ginja and the team are more than capable of keeping things running. After the ordeal on the mountain, some time to recuperate is sorely needed.


I’ve been practicing at making offerings to the Earthmother and the spirits since arriving here - Vik’wa sent me a little offering basket. It’s kind of cute, designed for the novice or a child. It has small baskets, incense, bags of a tauren’s most commonly used items for offerings - grains, corns and salt. It’s a bit like my offering to Jani, who seems to favor shiny trinkets. I won’t cal;l it the same, because the feeling is different. I haven’t seen a spirit come out say thank you, but I like to think the effort is felt. And I’m not sure the Earthmother will ever give me a vision - that seems to work if a shaman gives me a potion. But who knows? Wooshy always told me that the Earthmother offers signs in her own way, we just need to be open to seeing them.

It’s about time to start heading back to the Broken Horn’s village - I need to get that cart back to Bloodhoof, Harb lent it to me, and expects it back today, so I’ll unload it and get it back to him.